บท 772: Zhang Ronghua's Life Is Not Worth Anything

At noon.

After lunch, Zheng Fugui stayed for a while longer before bidding farewell. The newlyweds had to return before sunset. Otherwise, it would be inauspicious, so he sent them away.

Zhang Ronghua left as well. He let Uncle Shi go back first and walked towards the Eastern Palace.

In the Eastern Palace.

Back garden, pavilion.

There was a lake on all four sides, and the water rippled. Under the gentle breeze, ripples appeared. Lotus flowers were planted, and they were lush and pleasing to the eye. The air was humid and relaxing.

The Crown Prince wore a light purple dragon robe embroidered with four claws and golden patterns on both sides. He sat on a stone bench, sipping tea and playing chess. Qing 'er and Shuang' er waited by the side. Other than them, there was also a mature noblewoman wearing a long black dress and a veil. She did not wear any jewelry.